Wednesday 20 February 2013

Spotlight on Cait Jarrod and Kidnapped Hearts

Happy Humpday, folks! 

I have fellow Evernight Author Cait Jarrod  on my blog today to tell you a little something about her brand new release Kidnapped Hearts.

Take it away, Cait :-)




I’m excited to introduce my first book in the Band of Friends series, Kidnapped Hearts!
Everyone has a story. Here’s mine: My mother was an avid reader. She was the first woman in the US to hold the acting-editor position at a college, something I learned when we wrote her obituary. A year after she passed, I wanted a way to connect with her, to feel that she was still in my life, so I began to read. Before this, I only read for research, never for pleasure. I put pen to paper after I attended an author’s book signing at Romance Writers of America convention. A well-known author asked me if I was a writer. I said that I wasn’t creative, couldn’t do it. She smiled and said three magical words, “Sure, you can.”

Thus, the journey began. I wrote this book, then put it aside, and wrote ten more. In all, I wrote over a million words, which I have been told is the ticket to finding your voice. I had a very dear friend read over each of my chapters, but I needed more input. I joined an online critique group, Scribophile, in the summer of 2012 and quickly learned the art of writing.

By the end of October, I submitted to a few publishers and after hearing rave reviews about Evernight Publishing, I decided they would be the ones to help me continue this journey.



Blurb:
Small town girl and owner of The Memory Café, Pamela Young, regales in her life with her friends, aptly named the Band of Friends until her life is turned upside down with stolen bearer bonds mysteriously coming into her possession.

After a five-year disappearing act, Jake Gibson returns home retired from the FBI, and ready to make a mends with his estranged family. A freelance case falls into his lap, involving the woman he’d resisted years ago. He will do anything to protect Pamela, even put his life in jeopardy along with his heart.



Excerpt:
A scream shot Jake out of the bathroom. He’d been spying on Pamela in a bathing suit that barely covered her luscious breasts ever since she snuck out of the house until nature called him away. In his underwear, he dashed through the sliding doors in his bedroom and spotted a silhouette walking out of the water. Looking through the binoculars, he released a breath. Pamela was okay.

There was something sensual about surveilling her through binoculars. Not quite the upstanding thing to do. Then again, it was his job to watch over her. Outside of tying her to a bed, which wasn’t a terrible idea, he didn’t have any other choice.

Pamela’s next movement shocked him. She unfastened the top of her bathing suit. The discarded top landed on the sandy beach.

Jake sucked in a breath and leaned forward against the railing, supporting his weak knees. Pamela pulled the strings on each side of her too tight bikini bottoms. It slipped away.

Hard as a rock, he observed a butt naked Pamela dash into the water. Jake swallowed as her firm mounds disappeared. The sight hypnotized him until a strange prickling at the base of his neck occurred, his hair standing on end. He surveyed the stretch of beach. Nothing. He focused back on Pamela.

“Damn it.” The realization smacked him in the head like a tree branch. He had been so engrossed keeping an eye on her that he forgot agents roamed the area.

After lobbing his binoculars in a nearby chaise, he descended the deck stairs, bounded down the boardwalk, and scrambled through the sand. “Pamela!” Crap, he should have yelled Betty. The concern dissipated as his mouth watered and his dick twitched. Pamela faced him. Her lush globes swayed, beckoning him. His eyes drifted south as her waist broke the water’s surface. The moon illuminated the dark hair of her mound.

He shoved his lust aside as anger rose. “Anyone could see you.” He grabbed her beach towel from the ground. Within seconds, he stood in front of her, blocking her luscious body from anyone who roamed in the shadows. The problem was he had a direct visual of her feminine form. Like a divining rod looking for water, his male anatomy pointed directly at what it wanted.

He groaned and pressed his hand against the unthinking part of him. The ache made him cranky. “What the hell are you doing?” He moved his hand and touched her arms; her naked breasts touched his bare chest. They both stilled. He wasn’t this strong. No man was. “God, Pamela,” he said on a sigh.

The hunger in her eyes drove him crazy. He wanted his lips on hers, his hands on her firm breasts.

She shifted, and her nipples stroked his skin.

“For the love of God,” he groaned. His voice sounded strained, even to him.

“Should I remain patient?”

His eyes lifted from her breasts that begged to be touched, landing on the mischievous gleam in her eye. “No. Yes. Damn it.” He raked his hand through his hair and sucked in a mouthful of fortified air. “I can’t … but yes, we both need to be patient.”

He grasped her shoulders, turning her until her back faced him. “Raise your arms.” He wrapped the towel around her, commanding his hands not to stray from her shoulders. Despite his efforts not to touch her, he kissed the back of her neck.

She eased away and faced him, her lips turning up at the corners. “Remember, be patient.” She whisked by him.

His body pulsed with need. Wiping his hand down his face, he followed her out of the bay.

****

Holding her towel firmly, Pamela trotted up the boardwalk toward the house. Jake’s footsteps sounded behind her. She wanted to reach her bedroom before he could say another word. What had she been thinking to disrobe the way she had? The discarded bathing suit lying on the beach flashed in her mind. Tomorrow, she’d unearth it. Hopefully, the tide wouldn’t sweep it into the water. If it did, she’d leave some money in the drawer with a note of apology.

She edged around the group of flowering bushes hiding the outdoor shower and washed her feet, then turned to ascend the steps. A hand on her waist stopped her. Jake had caught up with her. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

The hand dropped, and the voice that responded made her skin crawl. “It’s nice to see you, Pamela.”

Webpage: caitjarrod.com
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Email: cait.jarrod@aol.com



Kidnapped Hearts – Buy now:

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/kidnapped-hearts-by-cait-jarrod/
http://www.amazon.com/Kidnapped-Hearts-Band-Friends-ebook/dp/B00BH78B7Y/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1361230473&sr=8-1&keywords=cait+jarrod

4 comments:

  1. congratulations Cait. The very first book is a memory you'll never forget, and this looks great.

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  2. Congratulations on you first book. Sounds great!

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